THE EFFORT
Anthology "Weavers Words" APPrometeo
forged a concrete floor.
- My hand on my other hand with the desire
be tightened together ...!
lips with silence visceral
are flapping fish from boats.
yoke, wire pressing
sweat
imploring rain and light,
slack in the cement
from shoulder to wrist.
On the asphalt, effort and anxiety,
Laurel fame, and that wind
snow on the cheek.
- My hand on my other hand
longing for a-sir-you ...!
Amid the thicket of shadows.
Nieves Viesca
Nieves Viesca
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